Chapter 712: Being manipulated by a woman

"Sin is not dead? Do you know what your mother has done? She did the wrong thing, enough for her to die a hundred times!"
裴 Xia Chen has never seen such awkwardness, his eyes are red, and when he mentions his mother, he hates and hates.
She was so scared that she retracted her hand, but she didn't want to give up like this. She said, "Oh, my mother is wrong, but you should also look at her for all these years to serve you and help you take care of your home." , spare her this time!"
"Serve me with all my heart and soul? Take care of the house?" Yan Qinghan suddenly laughed, and the laughter was creepy. He remembered a lot of things. Those who had already said that he had said something to him, he used to do it. The wind in the ear, the road is the rumor between the woman's family, the eye is hot, he loves Song Hexiang, which is constantly arranging Song Hexiang in the back.
Not only did he not listen to those words, but he even left the women in the cold. As a result, no matter how many years, those women died one after another, either died of dystocia or died of malaria. After the house, there is only one Song Hexiang, and the oriental nephew who stays in bed all the year round.
Ridiculous, how ridiculous!
He was a seven-foot man, and he let a woman manipulate and manipulate for so many years.
Yan Qinghan never saw the three children lying on the ground, turned back to the house, the door closed again, and isolated the eyes of Xia Chen’s sad and desperate eyes.
The two young sons were taken away by the niece, and Xia Dian also left the Four Wing Court under the help of the servant.
裴 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 打 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋.
"Miss, where are we going now?" asked the girl.
神 裴 尘 尘 的 的 的 的 的 神 神 尘 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴
The girl immediately understood and hurriedly turned her head to the maid who followed.
After a quarter of an hour, Xia Duchen came to the firewood house where Song Hexiang was detained with food and bedding.
The night was cold and heavy, and each of them was cold and trembling. They still walked on the road. It is conceivable that the mother who was locked in the small wood house is now cold.
"Quickly open the door!" 裴 Xia Chen was in a hurry, and the woman who was guarding the door shouted.
The woman who guards the door is very disdainful, but she still pays attention to her face. She has a look: "Miss, don't be a hard-working slave. Hou Ye told me that people are not allowed to go in, and people inside are not allowed to come out."

裴 尘 尘 尘 尘 心 心 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘. . If it was before. . .
What else has been mentioned before, today is today, what is the use of the previous one?
Xia Xia set his mind, and he made a look at the gimmicks around him.
Shantou put the money bag into the hands of the woman, and smiled and said: "Mom is convenient. In the middle of the night, Hou Ye has already slept. If you don't say this, no one will know, this little money. , to get you a cup of tea, you have to be less."
The purse with twenty-two pieces of silver is naturally heavy. When you start, the woman knows how many, and the corner of the mouth is involuntarily hooked up.